arqios

June 14, 2010: journal entry

 

Her laughter in the kitchen sounded like

it had learnt the language of eucalyptus.

Then, Miss Kay asked why clouds don’t fall.


I said something about warmth and altitude,

 

but thought of grace instead.

This morning I read from Ecclesiastes,

then wrote half a stanza about shadows falling inward.

 

The kettle hissed, I answered.

Not the poem— but the Day.